totally fabricated

It’s rainy. It’s wet. Is it over yet?

Luckily my cabin fever energy is turning towards little projects. Like baking an apple crisp at 6am. It was finally a texture that I was pretty pleased with, and a simple formula: roughly equal parts butter, flour, brown sugar, and oats. Plus some cinnamon. And a bit of vanilla. It ended up being quite a bit of vanilly since I was trying to keep the little jar clean while my hands were covered in butter goop and ended up kind of dumping some vanilla in. Oops. As far as things I’d like to have accidentally dumped into my baked goods, vanilla is pretty high up there on the list. The apples were granny smith with some meyer lemon squeezed on top.

In other domestic news, I am well on my way towards making a sock that I’ll actually like. I abandoned my recent obsession with knitting theory. No hand drawn charts, no hamster-wheel thoughts about whether to first design the stitch pattern or the yarn. Just a pile of rovings, dyed with similar values and somewhat related colors. I’m spinning it all on my Schacht drop spindle, plying it, and knitting away.

I’m trying, really trying, to get myself to put the knitting down every few rows to take some notes. If I end up with 1 sock that I love, perhaps I’ll be able to make its matching mate.